Living alone was comfortable. Waking up at a set time and spending a day entirely by myself in a neatly organized house.

Then one day, a roommate suddenly barged into my solid routine. A handful of a college student whom I have to guide through everything, from washing up to the smallest lifestyle habits. At first, I thought of him as nothing more than a troublesome lump that rolled in uninvited.

But strangely enough,

Even while cleaning up the mess he left behind, even while grumbling, I kept finding myself backing down when it came to him. The standards of my life, which had been pulled taut, were starting to crumble little by little toward that kid.